Chapter 44
H e’d unpacked all of the groceries and their stuff as well rigging up a fence outside. When he returned inside she was still staring down at that piece of paper like it held the secrets to the universe.
“How are you getting on, Bébé?” he asked, coming to sit beside her.
While Gummy was asleep in front of glass doors and Dougie was busy chewing on a toy, Tank and Big Berry hadn’t left Maya’s side.
Princess Priss was still on the back of the sofa, presiding over everyone.
“Um, all right, I guess. I have my limits and a safeword. I’m just having trouble with the Little Wishlist.”
He should have known that was the part she’d struggle with. Putting down things she might want.
He took the piece of paper.
“Okay, so limits include no canes, no making you bleed, no swearing at you or humiliating or degrading you.”
That all sounded good to him.
“I had to look up some ideas. I wasn’t even sure. But when I found a possible list, I knew those were definitely my hard limits. I don’t want any scars, either. But I figured that went with the bleeding.”
“Don’t worry. I don’t want to do any of those things to you.”
She let out a deep breath. “Whew.”
“You were worried?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know what you like. You could be into anal plugs and forced orgasms.”
“Hmm.” She hadn’t put those as hard limits. “I am into those things.”
“You are? Oh no. Well, I guess I can suffer through them.”
Oh, this brat.
“You can suffer through, huh?” he murmured. “Does someone like the idea of anal play and forced orgasms but doesn’t know how to write that on her wishlist?”
He was on to her now.
Grasping hold of her, he lifted her onto his lap so her legs straddled his hips.
“This is meant to be a Little wishlist,” she told him.
Ahh, he had said that, hadn’t he?
“I should have told you to make two wishlists,” he told her. “One for your Little and one for big girl Maya. What else did you like the sound of when you looked it up?”
“I . . . I don’t know.”
“Sure you do. You can tell me anything.” Lifting her chin, he leaned down and kissed her. “I love the idea of sliding an anal plug into your ass. Especially after you’ve been spanked. Then you can stand in the corner with your bottom red, and a plug peeking out of your cheeks.”
“Oh my God,” she whispered, her face growing red. “I don’t think I can talk about any of this.”
“And forced orgasms,” he said, ignoring her protest and embarrassment. She needed to get past that. He expected them to talk about anything and everything. “That could be a lot of fun.”
“I don’t think there would be more than one. Not for a while anyway.”
Oh, the idiots she’d slept with really hadn’t treated her properly, had they?
Well, she would soon learn the difference between him and those guys. He would always put her pleasure first.
Even when she might not want him to.
“I, um, I think I might like, um, well, um . . .”
“Bébé, tell me,” he urged. “I will never laugh at you for your desires.”
“I think I’d like to be just taken. Not all the time, but sometimes, you know, just bent over and fucked. Not, um, not told about it or warned or givenachoice,” she blurted out.
That wasn’t something he’d expected and he was silent for too long.
“Oh God, that’s weird isn’t it? I’m weird for asking. I shouldn’t have said anything.” She tried to get off his lap and he found himself having to hold her still as she attempted to free herself.
“Bébé, Maya, stop it.”
But she wasn’t listening to him. She was too caught up in her head and she was going to hurt herself if she didn’t stop.
So he finally let go of her with one hand and as she tried to move, he slapped his hand down on her ass. Hard.
She froze.
Then she gaped at him.
“You . . . you spanked me.”
“I gave you a smack to get your attention,” he told her. “That wasn’t a spanking.”
“It was . . . it was . . . that wasn’t very nice.”
He couldn’t help but snort. “Bébé, if you think that’s not very nice, you’re not going to be happy once I actually spank you.”
“Why did you spank me?”
“I told you. I smacked you to get your attention. You weren’t listening to me. That’s one of your rules.”
“What? That I have to listen to you?”
“Yes, exactly. Also, if I put you somewhere, you stay there.”
“Wait!” She held up a hand imperiously. Damn, she was cute. “Are you saying that if you put me somewhere, I’m supposed to stay there?”
“That’s what I just said,” he replied with amusement. “Unless it’s putting you in direct danger, yes, you’re to stay put.” He deliberately removed his hands from her hips. A move to see if she would obey him.
“Stay put? You want me to stay put?”
“I do. It’s a rule.”
“Not a safety rule, though, so I can argue it.” She gave him a triumphant look.
She was so cute when she thought she had won an argument.
“Actually, it is a safety issue when I tell you to stay put for your safety.”
“But it’s not always about safety.”
“Not always, no.”
“In those instances I reserve the right to move,” she stated.
“You can move,” he agreed.
She smiled.
“But you’ll find yourself punished.”
“Urgh! I’m not actually going to be able to argue about any of these rules of yours, am I?” she grumbled.
“You forgot a word,” he said.
“Huh?”
“Successfully. You should have said, ‘I’m not actually going to be able to successfully argue about any of these rules of yours, am I?’”
Another pained noise escaped her and he did his best to hide his grin.
This was fun.
“Also, back to why you were getting all worked up in the first place.”
She frowned, then she seemed to remember what they’d been talking about before. And she quickly attempted to remove herself from his lap.
Luckily, he was prepared and grabbed her around the waist, holding her still.
“Oh no, you don’t. No moving. And that’s extra punishment for you.”
“What? Why?”
“For not staying where I put you. Do I need to put your rules up in every room so you’ll remember them?”
“No! Well, maybe. But I remember the rule. I just don’t think it should apply right now.”
“Well, it does. Now, I want you to listen to me and listen carefully. You are not weird for your desires.”
Maya
slumped, the tension flooding out of her. “Are you sure?”
He ran his thumb over her cheek, hating how quiet and unsure she sounded. “I’m sure. Because if you’re weird for your desires then that would make me weird for mine, wouldn’t it?”
Maya straightened at his words. Oh no! What had she done? The last thing she ever wanted was to make Matthieu feel wrong or weird for the things he wanted.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.”
“I don’t, as long as you don’t feel that way.”
It wasn’t so easy for her to shake off the feeling of being . . . wrong. But she nodded.
“Because what you desire is something I want too,” he told her. “Very much.”
“You do? You like the idea of just . . . taking me?”
“So much so that I think I’m going to make a rule about your panties.”
“About my panties?” That was not what she expected him to say.
“Yes.” He turned to a clean page on the pad and started to write.
“Maya’s rules. One, she is not allowed to lie.
Two, she is not allowed to hurt herself.
Three, she is not to put herself in danger.
Four, she is to stay where she is put. Five, she is not to put herself down.
Six, she is to tell me if there is anything she needs or desires.
Seven, she is not allowed to wear panties in the house unless she is in Little headspace or has her period or is ill. ”
Dear Lord.
The man was diabolical.
And yet you’re not arguing with him, are you?
“Any questions? Clarifications?” he asked.
Rule two could cover a lot of ground. “About rule two. What does that cover?”
“Hmm, not what I expected you to question,” he commented with a sexy grin.
Yikes.
Maybe she should be questioning the panties thing. But it didn’t bother her. In fact, it kind of excited her.
“It covers everything,” he told her.
That was it? That was all he was going to say?
“Everything?”
“Yes, from things like animal rescues, jumping from planes, speeding, wearing a seatbelt, following the law, crossing the road?—”
“Crossing the road!” she yelped.
“Yes, crossing the road. You need to do it safely. No ducking out in front of cars.”
Like that was something she did often.
Sheesh.
These rules were going to take some getting used to.
“Is there a grace period?” she asked.
“Grace period?” he repeated.
“Like a certain amount of time that I get so I can get used to these rules. Like a month where I don’t get punished if I break any.”
“No grace period.”
“None at all? How about a week?” she suggested.
“We’re not negotiating.”
“Okay, three days,” she said.
“Maya,” he warned.
“One day? Today?”
“Rules are in place starting now.”
Rats.
She was pretty certain that her future was going to involve not sitting comfortably.
“Anything more you can think of to add to the list?” he asked.
“Do you mean more limits?”
“Hmm, or your rules?”
“Uh, I’m not going to give myself rules!” she exclaimed.
“Well, it’s not a closed list so it can be added to. Same with your limits or your desires.”
Right.
Her heart raced as she thought of other things she’d read about that she might want to try.
“I want to try bondage!” she blurted out.
“We can do that. I don’t have anything with me, but I have a feeling that there will be some things in the cabin we can use,” he replied mildly.
“Do you . . . what about you? What do you want? What are your limits?”
“Degradation and humiliation would be limits for me as well and I’m not into blood.
I most definitely like the idea of being able to take you when and where I like, but that won’t happen straight away.
Not until there’s full trust between us and I know you will be ready for me.
Also, once I’m sure that you’ll use your safeword when you need to. ”
Oh.
Right.
That was actually really smart and made sense.